Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.